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THE GOLDEN BED”"]
By WALLACE IRWIN.
ured u a Paramount Picture by Ceclle B. DeMllle From a Screen
Adaptation by Jeanle Macpherson.
■ . (Copyright. 1114)
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■ (Continue* from Yesterday.)
Whether on or off, Admah required
H detail*; *nd Elmer furnished them
H fluently. For a quarter, he explained.
E you could bribe a roustabout to let
^k you push a hand truck full of chlck
fH #n crates down th* gangway Into the
■ hold. One* there, he promised, you
Uf could bid* among the tobacco hogs
» head* all the way to Cincinnati.
■ “It’s easy like hlttln' a church with
IP a ostrlct egg," said Elmer. “I’ve
M done It a hunnerd times."
Ik Elmer, It developed, was familiar
with the water front as with lunch
■ wagons and musical comedy queens.
U Without a word to Admah he singled
K out a negro and they came to terms
t for a cash payment of fifty cents,
borrowed from Admah. Subsequent
fa progress down the gangplank, behind
;f a truckload of chickens, was nervous
® work, hut not difficult. Deckhands be
I low were busy with other things as
J Elmer, releasing his load at the right
Instant, plucked Admah by the sleeve;
and th* two of them went scram
bling over hogsheads to a hiding place
aft where the giant barrels stood in
a convenient semi-circle around a
P stanchion. , ,
Their retreat was narrow, stinking
and noisy, for another detachment of
hogsheads came rolling in, bumping
k their way with a sound of doom. Ad
mah had never been on a boat be
fore- the lap-lap-lapping of water
against the wooden wall threatened
him as it charmed. His head began
I to ache with the noise and the smell
|i —first symptoms of seasickness. Once
I he rose to his tiptoes to peer around
his dank prison, but Elmer pulled
L^0**him down with a most ingenious race
track oath. . . . Who-O-O-O! He fell
back, startled out of his skin. 1 he
whistle was blowing All Aboard. . . .
Slowly, deliberately over the nar
I rlcade of barrels a head with a hel
, met appeared and eyes that seemed
! to glow in the twilight roved from
i one to the other of the two figures,
crouching against a stanchion.
“So thar you are!" said a rough,
heavy voice In synchronization with
the rough, heavy hand that «a,ch*(1
i out for Admah’s collar. “What d you
all think yer doin’ anyhow?’
Admah cleared his throat and ■was
warned into silence by a pinch in the
“beef, hey? Well, come out o thar
The end of a wooden club punched
Admah in the ribs. The voyage was
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New York
--Day by Day
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W By O. O. MTNTYKE.
Kew York, Dec. 26.—The police In
trying to solve a series of Jewel rob- j
herles that had their Inception in
glittering cafe* discovered that there
ere at least 1.000 young men In the
roaring fortlea who have no vielbH
means of support but who live In
They are the Insolvent but Joll>
lad* who keep up to the minute l’j
clothes and are found where the
candles burn brightest. And never
g^M*ay a check. They are not sons ol
" the rich nor are they remittance
men. Most of them have escaped
clutches of the law.
They are of a certain meulcl well
oiled hair, meticulously polished nafl*
and freshly baxbered. Wise cracking
is their specialty and they know all
the answers. They1 call all the stage
stars by their first names and speak
of Schwab as Charlie.
Of course, they are social para
sites but the police have not been
able exactly to fathom Just where
the money comes from. If It Is po
lite blackmail the victims never
squawk. One thing is certain they
are found where husbands are lia
ble to be on the loose.
I The Idea that a personal loan 1*
g a debt of honor Is tosh to them al
though It Is not conceivable they
could go on indeflnately borrowing
from this chance acquaintance or
that. Although there is one cafe
hound who admits he has been living
for thr.ee years on quick touches.
But he is adroit In hie attack and
there are not 899 more like him. They
ere harmless enough appearing and
their conversation could be unleashed
in the most ultra drawing room.
They are known as Freddy, Jack,
Phil and the Ilk*. You never hear
their last names.
Their attitude toward the opposite
sex is courteous but rather remote.
One gains the impression that their
credo is that the "heart must play Ho
^ part." ’ _
The most difficult task on the stage,
so actors say, la that of the “straight”
man. Ho la the buffer for the come
dian, feeds him the lines that wafts
the breeze and otherwise assists to
make the act ludicrous. It Is said
that with a good "straight” man a
mediocre comedian may he lifted to
superlative comedy. There are only
shout five first-class “straight” men
In the business and the demand la
heavy.
Ths most finished of the "straight”
A net) perhaps 1* Jay Brennan, for
'years the partner of the late Bert
Savoy. Brennan has trained a new
partner for the Jovial common part
that. Savoy once played. At the first
night here In a revue he carried the
novice on his bark, so to speak. Once
when the act looked as though It
might be a sure flop he turned to
the audience and said, "He'll he all
right In a minute.” and by leading
him over the rough places with deft
el.Ill he saved the skit.
Old Fred Ovlngton was found In n
charitable Institution the other day
by a reporter. For years he tramped
across the country with a trained
bear, enlivening Mnlri streets of h
thousand villages. Each spring he
took to the open rood, sleeping where
night found him and picking up
pitched coins here and there. His
bear died this winter and Old Fred
was forced to seek charily. He has
been In every state In the union, nl
ways on foot.
She Is one of those eobaref dnneers
who looks as though she hml been
trying to fill Inside straight* In a
strip poker game. Hhe pick* out
some old party and a table anil "hot
mammas" him with nmuslng ge*
i tores. The other night she picked
" the wrong victim. He hnppened to
own the building and be had the lease
' a neelsd tiers use of liquor violations,
f- she found herself out of a Job.
The morsl Is: “Never kid an old
1 art ft" _
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over so far as he was concerned. He
swung himself up and scrambled out
into comparative daylight. Elmer
came too. Auother policeman ap
peared through the gangway, and the
two culprits tvere led back to the
wharf. Then the plank was swung
away and the old Senator Clay rode
pompously Into the stream. From
the deck above a hundred passengers
were enjoying the spectacle of two
hoboes under arrest for stealing a
ride on a river boat.
Admah’s second encounter with tlje
law was less fortunate than his first.
Had he sent for his mother as he did
when haled before the Commi»ioner
the day might have gone better with
him. But as he sat beside the daunt
less Elmer in a City Prison cell he
decided that Ma should never know
of this second and larger disgrace.
Elmer Hemingway—for during the
night the ex-usher had revealed his
all too splendid name—had volun
teered his services as legal adviser.
It was his precaution that their names
went Into the police "blotter" as
Frank McGuire and Henry Brown of
Cincinnati. They didn’t want to go
on record as bums, he explained dur
ing their night conference, end re
peated his formula. "Just you leave
it to nae. Ad. I'll fix ’em good. And
don't you open your trap unless you
have to."
When McGuire and Brown were
called the younger stowaway sensed
a tingling shame, as though he had
been slapped in the face and had no
redress. The Judge's heavy brow's
had thickened and settled above, eyes
that had lost their twinkle. The af
fair was tragically brief, merely a
glib statement from the policeman
who had made the arrest; “If it
please y’onna, the. prisoners was
witched by me. I seen ’em loafin’
round Wharf Number One jest befo’
the Senator Clay put out." "You
found them hiding in the boat?”—His
Honor was brief, for much business
Impended. "Down in the hold, y’on
na, behind the hawkseds."
When McGuire and Brown were
called upon to defend themselves It
was the whim of Fate that His Honor
should have chosen Elmer to do the
talking. And how the boy did talk!
He went into the case with all the
dexterity of an accomplished crimi
nal lawyer. They had been In the
lunch wagon business in Cincinnati,
he and his friend Brown, and a man
named Macey had offered them a bet
ter Job in a wagon just outside the
race course. They had had plenty of
money to come down the River, but
when they got to the city Macey had
welched. They wanted to go home
and they had no money. . . .
"It seems I have heard something
like that before," said the Judge in
his softest accent. “Why don’t you
speak the truth and say you've been
i playing the races? And I want to
j say here and now that there haa been
| too much free riding lately on the
river boats. I am going to make an
example of you two young men. and
I intend to deal just as severely with
future cases." A short pause for
effect. "Thirty days in the work
house.”
Then the Judge turned rather
bored eyes toward his bailiff, indicat
lug that he would hear the next case.
McGuire and Brown were led away.
Thirty days In the workhouse’
Thirty days . . .
It was mldmornir.g of the thirtieth
day when Admah and his partner got
off at the car barns and sauntered
together up Dutch Hill. A month s
absence had changed everything lor
Admah. The car barns, the soap fac
tory, the Fort itself seemed to have
shrunk in scale. He felt that he ha 1
been gone a long time, had visited
foreign porta, had grown a little gray.
The Workhouse had been no pleas
ure, certainly; but it had been such
a change from the little routine of
Dutch Hill! •
Elmer had been talking steadily
ever since they had resumed their
ordinary clothing and caught the tro!
ley to town. As he talked the future
grew—from a dissolute lunch wagon
they had expanded Into a glistening
store front on Grand Avenue with
fancy fruits tn the window and a
real onvx soda fountain running all
the way along the north side. His
sanguine gabble helped Admah on his
trip home. The unchecked flow of
optimism heartened him, gave him
courage to face Ma and have It out
with her.
But he halted by the little spindly
lamppost at the corner. It wouldn t
do, be decided, to break Elmer on
Ma all at once. Elmer wouldn't look
respectable.to Ma: and bis talk would
scandalize her, until she understood
him. Since he had gone back to the
tight plaid suit he looked a little
worse than before; early hours and
regular labor had agreed with him
and be had put on weight. The cut
of his trousers had not allowed for
that; they threatened to burst. His
very high and very dirtv collar looked
dudish. Jla detested dydes.
"Look here. Elm,” suggested Ad
mah diplomatically, "suppose you
hang around here, and I'll go In—”
"And I'll catch the pieces cornin'
out, huh?”
“I’ll just smooth her down a little,
then you can come in and tlx her
up about the lunch wagon."_
"You're the doctor," replied the
man of affairs and stuck another
cfgaret Into the corner of his mouth
from which one habitually hung.
Admah left his confederate and
sauntered up to the little Candy
House with its faded orange boards
and dull red trimmings. It had lost
Its tidy look. Some neighborhood boy
had thrown an old tin pail iijto the
front garden which stared dustily.
The geraniums were dry, going to
seed miserably: the magnolia's leaves
were bronze with dirt; Ma’s patch of
lawn turned the color of the powdery
weeds on the Fort's dry brow. The
shades were drawn in the two front
windows, the door was locked.
In queer panic Adniah ran around
the side of the house and up to the
back stoop. Everything locked, ail
the shades down. He pounded idioti
cally on the panels, rattling the knob
until it came loose in his hands
Mi was away. ... Of course, she
would be. . . . She had gone out sell
ing candy, and Jo was at the Works,
as usual. . . . That was It. . . . But
the place looked so ramshackle, so
down at heel, as If no one had been
living there a long time. . . .
“Well, so you’ve come back:"
Admah turned sharply and saw
Mrs. Stek, an old, haggard, mean
caricature of Mabel, staring over the
fence.
"Where's Ma?” h* asked breath
lessly. reading bad news in her took.
(To Re Continued Tomorrow.)
TT)e mills of the gods grind slowly,
but they grind exceedingly fine. To
that third party was reserved the
high destiny of becoming a horrible
example.—Cleveland Times.
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